Writing
Take Your Time
This is my new dream time and we find a dark room
a dark night and pretty modern pictures hanging on the walls in
frameless perfection and
japanese music blasting from
japanese speakers making her hair shine like
ivory and green on red is beautiful like poison ivy and
icy smiles.
and sometimes I feel like someone else without this
beautiful life and beautiful mind
I know I am behind all these people, however close I get you're
closer and you're closer to
tears but with that interest and I'm alone in this bubble of almost happiness
pull me closer with you I'm lonely and
I want someone to curl up with and be like all my
dreams and stories, but it's never really all tears and perfection because
we fell too long ago to climb back up but maybe I can make half mast
but not alone and I don't know the way.
I want to know how people attach themselves to someone
or find someone to attach themselves
or lie to make someone happy but I could never attack someone and
maybe kill their heart like some people can do so easily
I wish I could be normal and bounce at the world with my
knives waving and my heart set on fire
through the night I could skid on your confusion and maybe maybe
someone will explain what's going on because I lost the plot somewhere around
act 4 and now it's all flown into the sky like broken birds or
flying machines, this place has grown accostomed to my presense but now it's
biting my ankles as I walk and making me
grow my hair out straight.